A REFLECTIVE POEM

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At a certain age an odd thing happens when you pass a mirror
Well really two things happen which is even queerer
The reflection is a stranger which is really out of whack
And the mirror at that moment develops a large crack.

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Match of the Day

Wrong end
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(He’s been lighting the wrong sort of candle. Lo,TG Ed)

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